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Another update

Yes, no weekend update again. I apologize to my regular readers. My weekly schedule was severely disrupted. My husband spent a couple of days in the hospital. He's home now and he's fine, but that sort of reordered my priorities. Things are getting back to what passes for normal around here and I hope to get back to my normal routine in the coming week.     

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  1. AlanaJanuary 20, 2024 at 11:37 AM

    I hope this bad spell end for you soon.

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  2. David M. Gascoigne,January 21, 2024 at 6:19 AM

    Life does sometimes intervene, Dorothy. I am glad to hear that your husband is well and that things are getting back to normal. My best wishes - David

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  3. Deb Nance at ReaderbuzzJanuary 21, 2024 at 2:21 PM

    Oh, Dorothy, I'm sorry your husband was in the hospital. I hope things get back to normal for you very soon. Sending good thoughts and wishes your way!

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    1. Deb Nance at ReaderbuzzJanuary 25, 2024 at 10:06 AM

      I hope you will post soon and let us know how you and he are doing.

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  4. MysticaJanuary 21, 2024 at 11:39 PM

    Hope things improve fast. Best wishes for a speedy recovery

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  5. CathyJanuary 22, 2024 at 1:56 AM

    Thanks for the update. I wish your husband a speedy recovery and for your lives to return to normalcy.

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  6. Lark January 22, 2024 at 4:31 PM

    I'm glad your husband is back home and doing fine. Hopefully nothing else unwelcome happens this week.

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  7. Sarah @ All The Book Blog Names Are TakenJanuary 22, 2024 at 9:26 PM

    So sorry to hear about that your husband was in the hospital. Glad he is back home now.

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  8. Captivated ReaderJanuary 23, 2024 at 1:16 AM

    Glad to hear your husband has returned home and is now fine. Keeping fingers crossed that things return back to normal for you soon. Take care.

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  9. thecuecardJanuary 24, 2024 at 3:52 PM

    Sorry Dorothy to hear the news. I hope he is all right now and I wish him a speedy recovery. Take a breather.

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